I sometimes feel like many things. One time I felt like a yeti. My brother dared me to stay outside for a whole week. Little did I know I was in for the roughest 7 days and 6 nights of my 13 year old winter. I feasted on spaghetti and meat balls. Then I planned for my vacation in the frozen hell outside of my house in my family’s 5 wooded acres with a creek running through it. I went out early the next morning and it was terribly cold. By hour 2 I managed to dig a hole in the snow and warm up a little from my body heat. Around dusk it was getting colder, a lot colder. Then it started getting darker, a lot darker and I became scared and the darker it got the more scared I got. I started hearing noise and I got very scared and ran as fast as I could to get out of the woods and back in to my house with a nice warm bed.